"There was a little girl with a bookcase for a heart,
whose dusty lonely shelves longed for swan songs to impart,
and came a dawn-hued book with pages stained which dwell
in worlds of wandering whimsy which reality could not quell.
With lashes softly crocheted around lyric violet eyes,
the little girl looked up to tug boats clearing skies.
A night where stars would fly instead of tarnished fall,
and where a bookcase for a heart -
was not a bad thing after all..."













